Well, I haven't written any poetry in awhile, so I figured I'd spin a tale about Go in one.

This is what it's about (Spoiler if you'd like to come to your own conclusion):



Magnificent

That day I held a stone with my fingers
It was the first day I was truly alive
Feeling the delightful beams of the sun
Dancing across my face

No blood was lost on that one day
It was the first day I was at peace
The people smiled all around me
Tipping their hats with a rare cheerfulness

It was on that day I learned to sing
My stones echoing the verse of my heart
Displayed across the board for all to see
No longer afraid to hide behind a mask

Your words were entombed in my mind
That day I held a stone painted scarlet
It was the first day I was truly alive
Through only death do we know what life is

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Slava Ukraini!